Thinking Critically About Records Is Key to Understanding Them
Finally, with the help of Gemini AI I have been able to find and format some of the dialogue from a famous scene from the British sitcom Blackadder (“The Queen of Spain’s Beard” (Series 1, Episode 4).
A young lady named Infanta is expected to visit shortly. No one has seen her, so naturally the discussion turns to how exceptionally beautiful she is rumored to be. Especially her eyes.
I believe this colloquy will have an obvious bearing on a subject that seems to obsess the very-online audiophile community, to wit: whether a particular pressing has more of the sound of the master tape from which it was sourced, or less of that sound. (For some reason it never seems to have the same amount.)
Perhaps another way to think about it would be this: If one had a number of pressings to choose from for a particular title, and had heard that the master tapes were a special shade of blue, would the pressing that was closest to that shade of blue be the ideal pressing to own, regardless of sound quality or one’s personal preferences?
Let’s see what Percy and Edmund Blackadder have to say about the subject.
Percy: My Lord…
Edmund: Yes, what is it?
Percy: You know, they do say that the Infanta’s eyes are more beautiful than the famous Stone of Galveston.
Edmund: Mm! … What?
Percy: The famous Stone of Galveston, My Lord.
Edmund: And what’s that, exactly?
Percy: Well, it’s a famous blue stone, and it comes (points dramatically) from Galveston.
Edmund: I see. And what about it?
Percy: Well, My Lord, the Infanta’s eyes are bluer than it, for a start.
Edmund: I see. And have you ever seen this stone?
Percy: (nods) No, not as such, My Lord, but I know a couple of people who have, and they say it’s very very blue indeed.
Edmund: And have these people seen the Infanta’s eyes?
Percy: No, I shouldn‘t think so, My Lord.
Edmund: And neither have you, presumably.
Percy: No, My Lord.
Edmund: So, what you’re telling me, Percy, is that something you have never seen is slightly less blue than something else you have never seen.
Percy: (finally begins to grasp) Yes, My Lord.









